Download audio file (Socialites.mp3)
The Real Socialites of Plastiboob Valley – 5MB MP3
Download Now »

Remix This Song

All-Access and VIP members can download the individual parts of the song and create your own mix, play along with your own instrument, or sing backup!

Coming soon… check back here later!

Lyrics:

Na na na na na na naaaa
do you like being a slut? (x2)
You hide behind your sense of pride
while all the boys line up to ride.
They know that you’ll put out
no matter what, so
na na na na na na naaaa
do you like being a slut?

Na na na na na na naaaa
what’s it like being a ho? (x2)
You cover up your virgin ears
but they’re the only virgins here.
Your mouth is only reaping
what you sow, so
na na na na na na naaaa
what’s it like being a ho?

So turn around,
don’t let the door hit your fine ass
on the way out
’cause no one’s buying all your crap,
so can you hear them shout…

Na na na na na na naaaa
do you like being a tool? (x2)
You flash around that diamond ring
but you’re the trophy, not the bling.
The irony’s too funny to be cruel.
Na na na na na na naaaa
do you like being a tool?

You never heard this song before,
but when we’re whistling we’re
calling you a whore…

(Whistle Chorus)

Matthew just hopes the humanity of the singer wasn’t lost in the process of making this one:

This song started as just a little play-time with my Vocoder, but some good subject matter hit me almost immediately for the lyrics. I am tired of the hysteria I hear and see in the news, everything from diseases to an economic meltdown. It’s springtime in the USA, the worst is behind us, and we’ve got nothing but hope ahead of us. If you look with the right eyes, you are really living the good life.

Download audio file (The%20Good%20Life.mp3)
The Good Life – 6MB MP3
Download Now »

Lyrics:

Cut the radio,
the noise is a Devil in your ear-
fill you full of fear.
‘Cause it’s driving you insane
and the Devil wants to steer
everything you hear.
So you’re working for the man
but the man is going broke.
Take another toke, yeah,
all the Devil’s going to say is
your future’s up in smoke.
Life is but a joke.

Let it go,
let it fall by the wayside.
Let the rhythm life you up
into the sunlight.
Close your eyes and
let the music move your body right.
Damn it’s good to be alive,
the good life.

Kill your television
or you’ll find the Devil in your eyes,
fill your head with lies.
Make you think the world is waiting
just to cut you down to size-
keep you paralyzed.
So the plague is coming back
and it’s taking the express.
You can hold your breath, yeah.
All the Devil wants to do
is to keep you in distress,
scaring you to death.

Download audio file (Not%20Our%20Bed.mp3)
Not Our Bed – 4.2MB MP3
Download Now »

Lyrics:

All your kids were born sucking on a silver spork.
Growing up, all they ate was caviar and pork.
You thought you bought a castle
but your house is made of cork,
now it’s floating away.
We were hungry, yeah, but we never never took-
not a dime, not a penny, so we should be off the hook.
We cooked a lot of ramen
but we never cooked the books,
that just wasn’t our way.
That just wasn’t our way…

This is not our bed, we don’t have to lie.
Why do we keep getting pumped when your well runs dry?
Why are we always the shoulder when you have to cry?
Where were you when we
needed something to get by?

Now the piper’s come, who will pay the bill?
Your I.O.U. won’t do, so I guess your children will.
They’re nothing but collateral
security but still,
someone’s got to pay.
Wait a minute now, has a deal been struck?
No one asked our consent, so now I think we’re screwed.
Those of us with common sense seem to be your stroke of luck.
Why’s it always that way?
Why is it always that way?

We never starved, ourselves,
but we never took a meal from someone else.
Even when we’re stuck in hell
you’ll still have something to sell.
You’ll still have something to sell…

I got many suggestions from people that I should do another Christmas song, but one suggestion was that I write a blues number for all the people who are feeling the economic weight on their shoulders this year. Believe me, I can sympathize- I’m already broke most of the time, and the pressure to buy a bunch of stuff for everyone because it’s Christmas never, ever feels good. You either have to tell everyone you’re broke or everyone assumes you’re a cheap bastard.

While writing lyrics I imagined what it must be like for a single parent right now, having to explain to his little daughter that they can barely afford to keep the house they live in. Presents and toys will have to happen next year, hopefully.

When I got to the last verse of the song, I actually started crying. I honestly don’t know if I could say that kind of thing to my children, if I had any. I would just be glad that I had my family, that would be present enough for me. That would be all I’d need.

For me, this is just a song. What broke me down is that, for many people this year, it’s reality.

Download audio file (You%27re%20All%20I%20Need.mp3)
You’re All I Need – 5.4MB MP3
Download Now »

Lyrics:

You and me we’re all alone.
All around us is a storm,
but at least we’ve got our home
to keep us warm.
You know daddy will provide,
but still your love for me is free.
It’s Christmas
and you’re all I need

I would shower you with toys
if times were easier than now,
but this Christmas we’ll have joy.
We will somehow.
My little girl, you smile at me
and you know I must concede
this Christmas
you are all I need

I could sing a lullaby
’cause it’s all that I can spare.
When you’re sleeping I can cry
and you won’t hear.
I’ll just hold you in my arms
and thank the Lord that we believe
’cause it’s Christmas
and you’re all I need

Another new song inspired by recent economic events, this one features a spoken intro from Matthew himself:
EDIT: Audio file has been moved to its own post since it apparently was screwing up the feed. You can hear the intro here.

(Even if you’re not a Member, you can still hear the intro. Take a listen!)

Lyrics:

They got the money, we got the shaft.
They got the trust funds but we’re just second class.
They’re kissin’ babies while we’re still kissin’ ass.
As long as they got the money, we gotta make it last.

They got the money, we got the bills.
They’re poppin’ champagne corks while we’re poppin’ pills.
We’re headed towards black holes while they head for the hills.
As long as they got the money, we gotta have the will.

They got the money, we’re in the hole.
They got the numbers but we get crowd control.
They get around but we’re just goin’ round the bowl.
As long as they got the money, we better have the soul.

They got the money, we got the blues.
We’re on the night shift but they got time to snooze.
They get the payoff while we’re still payin’ dues.
As long as they got the money, they got a lot to lose.
As long as they got the money, they got a lot to lose.
As long as they got the money, they got a lot to lose.